Yea, the hind also in the field calveth, and forsaketh {\i her young}, because there is no grass.
The voice of Jehovah maketh the hinds to calve,\par\tab And strippeth the forests bare:\par\tab And in his temple everything saith, Glory.
For the waters of Nimrim shall be desolate; for the grass is withered away, the tender grass faileth, there is no green thing.
Naphtali is a hind let loose: He giveth goodly words.
How do the beasts groan! the herds of cattle are perplexed, because they have no pasture; yea, the flocks of sheep are made desolate.